Style & Tribulation
Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:50 am
I'm crazier than Regan's right coming after Reverend Wright
fight like Wesley Snipes, leave you dead on sight
grounded for life like Megan Price, I'd take the head of Christ
legend like,so pro-test me, that will be a deadly strike
every night, I pick up the pen, my friends just let me write
they know that lyrically I am the heavy type, Betty White
I'm more ekoms and less precise, don't need debt advice
set for life, like Obama, when he swore in on Election night
my perspectives tight, give me a mirror, I'll reflect on light
best advice I ever got was to just stop, and question life
won't stress my legacy, nobody on this earth is a threat to me
a chef to a less degree, what I've achieved is a success recipe
I can use aquatic imagery excessively, I may express the beach
the resting sea, how the waves in life are upsetting me
I've caught the fish, then set them free, it wasn't destiny
under the water, waiting breathlessly, for you to come rescue me
trapped like the Lebanese, I know these images are graphic
more than art classes, because I've been through hard patches
got in car crashes, fucked up like a lot of other smart asses
part savage, treated the game like it was March Madness
past mad, about to back stab a fat lad with a back pack
and a black mask from Baghdad, at last, with this fast ax
Alas, I belong like God in a temple, like a dog in kennel
sick thoughts are drawn to my mental, at an impossible tempo
I'll probably be bombing like Leno when these songs are assembled
hauling my demo, over to the studio at Comedy Central
a fucking rebel, resemble red bull the way I turn to energy
these dark thoughts are a perfected remedy for a burning memory
you wouldn't believe the hell that I'll give an opponent
burn down his house, literally force him to live in the moment
don't it seem I have a million sick plans and where shit stands
with all these bitch fans about to slip into the quick sand
I feel a bit crammed, with a flow that could explode, a thick damn
I'm actually a hit man, brace your friends like wrist bands
fight like Wesley Snipes, leave you dead on sight
grounded for life like Megan Price, I'd take the head of Christ
legend like,so pro-test me, that will be a deadly strike
every night, I pick up the pen, my friends just let me write
they know that lyrically I am the heavy type, Betty White
I'm more ekoms and less precise, don't need debt advice
set for life, like Obama, when he swore in on Election night
my perspectives tight, give me a mirror, I'll reflect on light
best advice I ever got was to just stop, and question life
won't stress my legacy, nobody on this earth is a threat to me
a chef to a less degree, what I've achieved is a success recipe
I can use aquatic imagery excessively, I may express the beach
the resting sea, how the waves in life are upsetting me
I've caught the fish, then set them free, it wasn't destiny
under the water, waiting breathlessly, for you to come rescue me
trapped like the Lebanese, I know these images are graphic
more than art classes, because I've been through hard patches
got in car crashes, fucked up like a lot of other smart asses
part savage, treated the game like it was March Madness
past mad, about to back stab a fat lad with a back pack
and a black mask from Baghdad, at last, with this fast ax
Alas, I belong like God in a temple, like a dog in kennel
sick thoughts are drawn to my mental, at an impossible tempo
I'll probably be bombing like Leno when these songs are assembled
hauling my demo, over to the studio at Comedy Central
a fucking rebel, resemble red bull the way I turn to energy
these dark thoughts are a perfected remedy for a burning memory
you wouldn't believe the hell that I'll give an opponent
burn down his house, literally force him to live in the moment
don't it seem I have a million sick plans and where shit stands
with all these bitch fans about to slip into the quick sand
I feel a bit crammed, with a flow that could explode, a thick damn
I'm actually a hit man, brace your friends like wrist bands
